An air is not an heir ye canny beget

Sayeth the Spendthrift, 'for thy Sovereign, thus, I attest my love'

'To- as if plucked from the forge lacking an asbestos glove-

 'I so speed it on its wanton way

'& 'gain to beg, a scarred palm display!'

A Miser, I make no reply

& should my purse strings loosen to release a sigh

My rosary I'll tighter tell

As Usury bellows Philadelphia's bell.

Envoi- 

Midons! Reck this reckless of a Sovereign yet

An air is not an heir ye canny beget.

Note- 

 The conceit in the first stanza  is based on Ghalib 67.02. 

ہے نازِ مفلساں زرِ از دست رفتہ پر

ہوں گل فروشِ شوخیِ داغِ کہن ہنوز